Monster Catching Daddy

Chapter 362 The Best Gift (3700 words first update)
Under the attention of countless people both openly and secretly, Lin Zhishu, who had finally adjusted his expressionless face, brought Shen Chong back to his office.

But no one could see that under her cold face, there was a restless heart hidden.

News has spread in the chat groups of various departments of the company that walking side by side with Mr. Lin is the big boss with whom she has already established a relationship.

That's right, if there was only one boss in Linyi Industry in the past, then the boss's man can't be called the boss's man, right? There is no such term, and he can only be called the big boss for the time being.

Shen Chong didn't care about other people's gazes, he just frantically recalled and pondered the legendary love song in his heart.

He was bragging, he had never practiced at all, let alone sang such old songs in his previous life.

Fortunately, he was crazily brainwashed by this song when he was a child, and he was often infiltrated by the magic voice of his father, who is known as the god of song in a three-unit building by people in the world, and his memory is very deep.

After trying hard to recall, he managed to recall the lyrics and tune slowly. After recalling successfully once, it will be much easier to deepen the memory.

Of course, there is a new problem. He is not sure if the tune in his memory is out of tune. After all, most of his memories of this song come from the three-unit song god, which is deeply rooted.

The original singer had to be misled in front of Dad.

Fortunately, there is no original song in this world, and if it is sung crookedly, no one will expose it.

This person has a different taste after wearing a halo. Even though he was quite absent-minded all the way, the employees of Lin Yi Industry saw him as an extraordinary person with a handsome appearance and a strong figure.

If it was another company, the boss of his own goddess would definitely be ridiculed and resentful, but this is not the case in Lin Yi Industry.

Because Lin Zhishu has great prestige in the company, no one dares to stroke her beard.

Even if there are secret admirers who are jealous, they don't have the guts to show their dissatisfaction.

Everyone knows that she is most taboo about love and hatred in the company. If she violates it, she will kick people without blinking an eye.

She is not an ordinary small belly, she often sends people in because of commercial violations.

Working under her, the risk is as high as the salary.

But no matter how strong a person is, she will eventually marry, but unfortunately, the man standing by her side will never be herself.

Gently closed the door and locked it again. Lin Zhishu sat on the sofa, took out a crystal-clear grape from the fruit plate, peeled it calmly, and waited for the secretary over there to put the flower stand in the rest room before looking up. He began by saying, "Okay, now you can sing."

Shen Chong coughed lightly.

The words spoken and the water poured out are nothing more than singing a song. The sky cannot fall and no one can die.

Well, the sound insulation effect of her office must be pretty good, and the inside cannot be seen from the outside.

It's done!

Shen Chong took a deep breath, finally confirmed the tune in his mind, and started to exert power!
"The night wind is already cold..."

"Looking back on the future is like a dream...cough cough cough!"

He went out of tune, so far that he didn't even recognize him.

He was ashamed, blushing, and the tune was on his mind, but singing it on his vocal cords felt completely wrong.

Maybe it's... the vocal cords have a mind of their own.

Thinking back to the time when he brazenly laughed at the arrogance of the three-unit song god father, Shen Chong was both sad and ashamed.

Even if there is no such song in this world, Lin Zhishu feels something wrong when he hears this tune.

The lyrics sound good, but the rhythm is too bad.

She knows a little bit, and she was forced to learn rhythm many times back then.

"Forget it, forget it, you will be tone deaf at first glance, don't force yourself."

Shen Chong got angry, "Give me another chance! I'm nervous and that's why I didn't perform well. Wait a minute, I'll find some feel."

He wouldn't admit that he didn't practice at all, just use nervousness as an excuse.

"You are so nervous, every pore of your body is written with relaxation!"

Lin Zhishu teased, but he was very happy and slightly surprised.

I was worried that he would be under pressure when he came to my company for the first time, but I didn't expect this person to be very peaceful.

There is too much margin, and it is shameless to sing out of tune.

Shen Chong didn't believe in evil, took a deep breath again, closed his eyes, and brewed emotions on the surface, but in fact he forcibly recalled, and then used the ability to expand his invincible memory, subconsciously controlled the operation, even the vocal cords could be controlled!
It felt different when he spoke again.

This is the first time he has used subtle control in singing, and the effect is surprisingly good.

The moment he opened his mouth, he vaguely had the illusion that he was no longer himself.

His thoughts cut through time and space, and his own shadow slowly overlapped with the three-unit song god.

What sounded in his ears was a tone that seemed familiar and yet strange.

The same slightly out-of-tune, the same Shuchuan Mandarin, the same old smoking cavity.

So familiar, yet out of reach.

He even forgot why he sang, forgot why he stood here singing this father's repertoire.

"The past is like the wind, infatuation is just difficult to understand
Borrowing wine to send each other off, I can't send away my shadow

Candlelight projection can't reflect your face

I still see you alone in the photo

The night wind is already cold, looking back on the future is like a dream

The heart moves like a cloud, how can we know each other without meeting each other

Sad heartache, sad love is like the wind

I can't let go of you in my heart"

Lin Zhishu only heard a few sentences before his eyes suddenly brightened.

It was indeed a love song she had never heard before.

Compared with the popular golden songs in this world, this may not be considered a top-notch song, but it is also very good.

What's even more commendable is that the lyrics are so good, the literary talent is so good and the emotion is sincere, and a few words can outline the image of an infatuated man who is staring into the distance.

Shen Chong's voice is not amazing, but it is very magnetic and upright.

His tone is a little strange and awkward, but still very nice.

Lin Zhishu was slightly pleasantly surprised, and even subconsciously squeezed the teacup tightly.

In fact, it wasn't that Shen Chong sang so well, it was because her psychological expectations were too low.

But she knew right away that she was wrong.

"I have already planted nine hundred and ninety-nine roses for you..."

Lin Zhishu was still smiling cheerfully, no wonder he said he had a purpose in buying so many roses.

Can't tell, it's so thoughtful.

When the iron tree also blooms, if you really don't sing, you will already be a blockbuster.

Lin Zhishu was so emotional that he even wanted to drink water to calm down.

King Shen Ge continued to play.

"From the day we broke up, nine hundred and ninety-nine roses..."

puff……

The tea in Mr. Lin's mouth was sprayed out directly.

Break up with a look on your face, we haven't been together, okay!

Believe in your evil!
King Shen Ge sang loudly.

"When the flowers wither, people are already withered, and thousands of vows have been annihilated with the flowers."

Lin Zhishu collapsed on the spot, almost thinking that you have become a lover.

What song did you choose.

Are you sure this is appropriate?

Don't think there is a problem with the lyrics?

She quickly jumped up from the sofa and rushed forward, wanting to cover Shen Chong's mouth.

If you don't hold him down, you can't do it anymore. The more you sing, the better you can be, and the emotional involvement is so perfect that those who hear it are sad and those who see it cry.

When he sang, he squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky. He was so intoxicated that others didn't even feel his wallet. Lin Zhishu felt that he could only touch it.

Shen Chong didn't know what kind of singing he was, and he was concentrating on the fine manipulation of the vocal cords, trying to perfectly imitate the state of the three-unit song god when he was a Maiba.

As he sang this love song, he couldn't help thinking of many things and pictures in his mind.

During the Chinese New Year in the previous life, I took my parents, uncles, uncles, aunts, and aunts to the KTV.

under the light.

In laughter.

Below "Nine Hundred and 99 Roses" in the juke box, there are Anita Mui's "Time Like Water", Teresa Teng's "Ask the Heaven Without Speech", and Ye Qianwen's "Walking in Style"...

The little uncle was about to snatch the microphone from the three-unit song god.

While struggling desperately, the song god's father clenched the microphone tightly and sang and cried with a smile.

He himself is hiding in a corner with his younger brothers and sisters to fight pesticides.

Several aunts and aunts exchanged folk remedies and food-tonic chicken soup texts they had read on their WeChat public accounts in the corner.

The mother who had been discussing with them earlier held the mobile phone in her palm with a smile on her face, and looked up at the father who was singing heart-piercingly.

Shen Chong will always remember that his mother likes to listen to this song sung by the song god father.

It is said that my mother had many suitors when she was young, and my father used his broken voice to stand downstairs in the girls' dormitory of the teacher's college and sing this song to break out of the tight encirclement.

Shen Chong is not a person who is easily sad, but he deliberately wants to reproduce this song, the substitution is too deep, the memory is too strong, and the coming is too fierce.

Memories are like tides, boiling and surging on the beach, spreading along the beach, soaking into the bottom of my heart little by little.

Old songs are the saddest, and father singing old songs is the saddest.

Missing was like a dagger, stabbing suddenly from the dark, stabbing hard into his heart, and gave him a head-on blow.

Lin Zhishu wanted to cover his mouth, but he saw a trace of crystal from his squinted eyelids.

Her hands froze, and she froze there, at a loss, and even felt a sense of fear in her heart.

He sang this love song with such devotion that it was obviously not suitable for the occasion and suitable for the occasion.

Who is his feeling for, and for whom are his tears shining?

not me?
It can't be me in the lyrics.

But there must be his story in the song.

So, was his first love?

After a long time, when he finally finished singing, Lin Zhishu looked at him with complicated emotions, "Who did you sing this song for?"

Shen Chong took a few deep breaths, blinked, "You."

"It's not about me in the lyrics, but there are tears in your eyes."

"That's impossible."

Shen Chong did not admit it.

"You can't lie to me, you just said you wanted to chase me."

Shen Chong thought for a while, then sighed, it's been so hard to work so hard, it can't be done in vain.

He looked up at the ceiling and seemed to be talking to himself, "Well, I was not emotionally stable just now, but you may be wrong, I wasn't thinking about any woman. When I was young, my dad liked to sing This song, my mother was fooled by him with this song. Now I finally have the courage to want to form a real complete family. Well, use my dad's song. But they can't see it, a little It's a little uncomfortable."

Lin Zhishu opened his mouth slightly and remained silent.

She didn't know Shen Chong's parents well, she only knew that the second elder was a small businessman, but she didn't expect to have such a romantic experience when she was young.

She was a little envious, but also a little sighing.

Everyone in the world has their own story, maybe vigorous, maybe plain.

No matter how rich you are, there are times when you envy others.

Shen Chong turned around and looked at her again, and slowly stretched out his hands to grab her shoulders, "Look into my eyes."

She looked up, breathing hard.

"I said that I lost too much in order to meet you. I don't want to hear similar doubts in the future, can I?"

"can."

"Then I'm going first, I still have something to do."

Shen Chong turned around and left, unlocked the door and pushed the door out.

Lin Zhishu stared at his back, spit secretly, thinking you had the guts to do something else.

So, is this song such a precious memory for him?

A token of love from his parents?

Lin Zhishu turned his face to look at a red rose mischievously popping out from the door of the rest room next to him, thinking, maybe this is the best gift he received today.

Jiang Yu's shadow flashed at the door, and then he glared, "Boss Lin, your face is as red as if it's been roasted."

Lin Zhishu exclaimed and turned around quickly, but his heart was still beating fast.

Shen Chong walked out of Lin Yi Industry very quickly, if it wasn't for the people coming and going in the office building, he would have wanted to run as fast as he could.

It's not that he wanted to escape quickly because of his shyness, but that he was really in a hurry at this time.

His heartbeat was astonishingly fast, and it wasn't because he had just given Lao Lin an in-depth confession because he was excited.

He is preoccupied with another matter.

Both Xinxin and Xinxin's mother are their lucky stars!
The last time he did Xinxin's hair, he developed a fine-grained control over his body.

Singing to Xinxin's mother this time, he found that he had developed derivative skills on the basis of subtle control.

If the test is successful later, it means that he has a new hole card!

Since I can reproduce the three-unit version of "Nine Hundred and 99 Roses" with the original sound, why can't I reproduce the "Nine Nether Entrance Song" which is also sung!
Will the amplifying effect of the entrance song after singing it with my own vocal cords be stronger than what I imagined in my heart?
He wanted to know the answer to this question so much, that's why he was in such a hurry.

What a fool I am!

Why didn't I think of combining fine control with the battle song.

No, I'm simply a genius.

Picking up girls can inspire new skills!
Look, the same thing from another angle, the conclusions drawn are completely different.

Things often have two sides.

(End of this chapter)